This poem is... yours.

just beautiful.

your hands are...

so soft,

smelling like tack,

like horse sweat and leather.

your fingers are...

so gentle,

feeling like feathers,

like fine silk ribbons.

your touch is...

so slow,

so unbelievably light,

like it's not even there.

your voice is...

so quiet,

almost a whisper,

like the reflection of words.

your breaths are...

so long,

drawn out,

like an ebbing tide.

your hair is...

sweeping,

framing your face with slow curves,

like the crook of your smile.

your smile is...

your smile is just...

your smile.

Author's Note

the last stanza should be easy to get, but in case anyone doesn't understand it, her smile is greater than any descriptive word i could think of, it simply trumps any description, it is what it is, it is perfect at being itself- the best.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

You could be justly conceited with this one.. I love it...xx

[i.am.the.sun.]

:P i meant that the person it was written about is beautiful, not the poem haha i'm not that conceited... not quite anyways.

[Emily B]

i agree . . . just beautiful